The Shotgun Waltz By Benjamin Blake

So it’s all come down to this . . . Pacing the stained carpet in a cheap motel room, clutching my trusty shotgun in a death grip. I swore to myself that I would never let it end this way: overflowing ashtray on the bedside table, neon light bleeding through the thin curtains. Any minute now, any goddamn minute.

© 2013 Benjamin Blake

Benjamin Blake is the author of the poetry collection, ‘A Prayer for Late October’, published by Hammer & Anvil Books and available on Amazon.com. Find more of his words at http://www.benjaminblake.com

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